First time for me at Kuma's after reading many of the posts here.
Grandma Bobbi and I along with one of our granddaughters (and her folks) decided to go yesterday for her 21st birthday lunch at Kuma's. All of us arrived except her Dad who was slightly delayed. We checked in with the hostess and she told us that our entire party must be there for us to be seated. When Dad arrived, about 10 minutes later, we were immediately seated on the patio. As we about to walk out there, the hostess told people walking in the door there would be a 40 minute wait. So as others have suggested, either get there when they open or else be prepared to wait.
While we were waiting for Dad to show up, I bought my granddaughter a beer. Interestingly, she did a semester in Spain and visited her cousin in London. They hit the pubs nightly because the legal drinking age there is 18.
It was a gorgeous afternoon to be on the patio. Our waitress was extremely nice and also efficient. I especially appreciated how she described some of the spicier burgers when we asked. So Grandma Bobbi had her Iron Maiden burger with the heat on the side. I had a regular Kuma Burger. Both were ordered medium rare and came cooked to perfection. As our waitress told us, "Once you've had a burger at Kuma's, you won't find a better one anywhere." She was so right! We also had enough left over for dinner.
Another thing about our waitress was she was quite knowledgeable about their beer selection. With all the crafted beers, it's tough to keep track of them. But she helped us through their beer list.
I asked her if one needed a tattoo to work at Kuma's. She told us she was 31 and had just gotten her first. She also advised our granddaughter to wait a while until she gets one. Her Dad is a bit conservative and I think he'd have a problem with his daughter getting one. He sort of blanched when our waitress suggested that our granddaughter hold off a while before getting one.
All in all, the experience was just fine. I'm glad we sat on the patio because the noise level inside seemed a bit loud. Not particularly the heavy metal music, but the conversation level.
Grandma Bobbi and I figured we were the oldest ones there. However, there were a few bald-headed guys with white hair pulled back in a ponytail. I'm not quite ready for that at age 73. Maybe I'll wait a while until I do that and get my tattoo at the same time.
Best regards,
"It was very nice the time I was there." - my Mother whenever she was asked her opinion of a restaurant